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A Dance with Death

***Filthy ill thoughts, this feeling slowly killing,

Weak-willed and horrid, hoping that I feel it,

Meek mind and morbid, nothing else matters,

Blood drops drip to rose petal patterns***

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jonathan-fernandez
Spanish
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Dec 9, 2012
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